Chapter Eighty-Seven: Screaming

  Finished applying the medicine, Ning Qingmian tried to put her foot back into the high-heeled shoe, but no matter how hard she tried, the swelling on her ankle had clearly increased. She gently massaged the sole of her foot, and the pain made her inhale sharply, feeling extremely annoyed and silently cursing the person who had stepped on her. At that time, the situation was too chaotic, and she couldn't even remember how she got trampled. This grudge hadn't been avenged yet!

  Ning Qing's hands were full of the smell of medicine, and she was just thinking that someone should come to help her go to the bathroom to wash her hands. Mr. Chen saw that her feet seemed to be swelling even more severely, and he had already instructed someone to bring a basin of water and place it on the table in front of her, saying: "Director Ning, don't move around randomly, just call for someone to handle things."

  Ning Qingmin washed her hands, wiped them dry with a paper towel, and quickly took out her phone to call home. She said to Ning's mom: "Mom, I have something to do today, so I might be late getting home. You guys go ahead and eat dinner, don't wait for me."

  "Xiao Min, what's wrong?" Ning's mom asked hastily as soon as she heard the unusual tone in Ning Qingmin's voice: "Has something happened?"

  "Mom, it's nothing. I just got trampled on a few times when I came out. I think I'll go to the hospital and take a look before going home. It's not serious, don't worry." Ning Qing saw that his mom was worried, so he said: "I'll go to the hospital first and see if anything is wrong, then I'll let you know!"

  Ning Qingmin gritted his teeth, this matter still needs to be resolved. If those reporters put the footage on TV, he'll have an even harder time going out in the future.

  "Mr. Ning, Director Du wants you to listen to the recording!" Mr. Chen dialed Director Du's phone number with his mobile phone, briefly told him what had happened, and then handed the phone over to Ning Qingming.

  Ning Qingmian gave up putting his feet into the shoes and took Mr. Chen's mobile phone, Du Hujia said in a low voice on the other end: "I know what happened today, you're not a celebrity, the portrait published in the newspaper is not very clear, how did reporters come to interview you as soon as you arrived at the square, this matter is suspicious."

  "Now that you mention it, I think there's something fishy too!" Ning Qing thought for a moment and also felt that today's matter wasn't so simple. Just relying on a unclear photo in the newspaper, how did these people recognize her at once and seem to have agreed to appear together? Who exactly wanted to make her lose face?

  Du said with a deep sigh: "It's possible that someone wants to frame you, it's not just a simple hype."

  Ning Qingmin racked her brains to recall the scene at that time. She remembered a reporter asking if she was the Ning girl whom Xiao Dongdong had slapped, and another girl had been hit by him too. Was this done by Duan Shurong? But she was just a student, how could she have such means? If it wasn't her, then who was it?

  "Today, I was photographed by many cameras. If they are broadcast on TV, we will have no peace at home." Ning Qing said anxiously: "I'm afraid others will disturb Grandma and Mom."

  "Don't worry, I'll personally call the TV station. Let them suppress today's footage." Du Huajia said lightly, "Unless the people who filmed today don't want to mix anymore, otherwise they will definitely take care of it."

  As soon as Du Hu heard this, Ning Qingming immediately put his mind at ease. He thanked him softly and only then did he seem to have just remembered to ask: "Mr. Chen said that your foot was stepped on. Is it serious?"

  "A bit swollen!" Ning Qing whispered and took a deep breath. "I'll go to the hospital later to see if I've hurt any tendons or bones."

  "Don't move around. I'll take you to the hospital."

  Before long, Du Hu's family rushed over. As soon as they saw Ning Qing's swollen and red ankle, their faces sank, and they turned to Mr. Chen, "You let people trample her?"

  "Director Du, at that time the situation was too chaotic, so..." Mr. Chen explained halfway, seeing Director Du "hmmph" and got scared, not daring to say anymore.

  "Does it hurt badly?" Du Huajia squatted down to take a look at Ning Qingming's foot, frowning and asking in a tone that was quite different from the fierce one he had just used with Mr. Chen, with a hint of sympathy.

  Ning Qingmin was taken aback by his question, and suddenly looked like a child who had been bullied outside, feeling extremely wronged. He nodded and said, "It hurts a lot! My shoes can't even fit in."

  Mr. Chen was about to say that it's okay if the shoes don't fit, we have slippers here, I can lend you a pair to wear. Suddenly, Du hugged Ning Qingmian around the waist and said: "I'll take you to the hospital!" In shock, he forgot what he was going to say just now. The photographer and model were also stunned on the spot, having interacted with Du so many times, when had they ever seen him be gentle with a girl, let alone hug her in public!

  "I can walk myself!" Ning Qingming struggled to get down, but was picked up in front of Mr. Chen and the photographer models, Ning Qingming felt his ears and neck turning red.

  "Don't move!" Du Huajia ignored the gazes of others and said in a low voice, "Your feet are swollen like this, how can you walk by yourself?" As he spoke, his hands tightened around Ning Qingmian, not letting her move.

  Du Hua wore a pure white tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt, hugging Ning Qingmian, one hand wrapped around her neck and the other on her buttocks. Ning Qingmian only felt the warmth from Du Hua's smooth arm spreading to her own neck, then to her whole body, and soon she felt herself burning all over, even starting to turn red, like a shrimp that had just been cooked. It turned out that after having feelings for someone, skin-to-skin contact was so thrilling.

  Du You felt Ning Qingmo's abnormality, took a step back, lowered his head and looked at him. Ning Qingmo's eyes were half-closed, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and his usually pale face was now rosy like an apple, making people want to take a bite.

  His heart skipped a beat irregularly, Du Huajun had a moment of distraction, the ring on Ning Qing's neck was in his hand, and he really wanted to lean over and stroke her cheek.

  Watching Du Hu's family carry Ning Qingmian away, Mr. Chen finally came back to his senses and muttered: "Having shoes but not wearing them, still having to be carried."

  The photographer and model exchanged a glance, and the latter muttered: "Am I seeing things?"

  The model was always prone to being startled, her small red lips forming an "O" shape as she suddenly let out a sharp cry and said: "So CEO Du has a soft side too! He's always been cold and distant towards us, I thought he had a different sexual orientation from us. Oh my god, what a missed opportunity!"

  "You, you're the one!" Mr. Chen suddenly pointed at the photographer and angrily said: "Since you knew that Boss Ning was General Du's girlfriend, why did you only focus on taking pictures when we went out today? Why didn't you come to protect her and let someone trample her foot like that?"

  Photographer Zhang said after a while: "I'm innocent! I just found out she's Du's girlfriend too!"

  "You too, how come you were so focused on posing for the photo and didn't remind me that Old Ning has a background, to be more careful." Mr. Chen saw the model smiling slyly, his anger shifted to her, and he said irritably: "Usually you say you're very perceptive!"

  The model ignored Mr. Chen's accusations and continued to shout: "I was wronged, I was wronged! I knew he liked women, I should have made a move earlier."

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